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The first sensation that comes into focus as consciousness slowly returns to him is an incessant throbbing in his head, accompanied by waves of nausea. Some resistance meets him as he attempts to curl into himself to ease the feeling. However, he pays it no mind at the moment.
Just how much did he drink last night?
Although it appears that the more salient question may indeed be, what did he do last night?
The question is seemingly answered as his awareness travels down his body and the warm solid weight slung over his waist and the aching sensation in his lower region come into focus.
Shifting his bare legs across the silken sheets, the ache intensifies as shame crashes into him like a wave. A low groan sounds out from just behind his ear, and the arm around him gently pulls him back against a warm, solid body. Stilling, the memories of the previous night begin to flood in, as hazy as they may be.
Oh God!
The phantom feeling of Hua Cheng's dick sliding towards the cleft of his ass, where he had prepared himself to...take him… comes flooding back. Almost like it was pressed against him now. Oh what he wouldn't give to rut against it again but this time be allowed to take, and to give, everything.
What is he thinking? There is no way Hua Cheng truly meant it, surely he was just pent up and coddling Xie Lian while he was drunk out of his mind. He was always so willing to go along with Xie Lian's whims. A planter here, matching artsy cups here. Shame coils and takes root in his chest, because what if he did ruin it?
Especially now that he is in bed with him. A flush rushes through his body, surely making him match the crimson sheets that caress his body. He just needs time to formulate a plan. Surely there is a way out of this that allows then to go back to how it was, sans any kind of alcohol consumption on Xie Lian's part.
Body is a temple and all that jazz. A temple with himself as the sole worshipper, not that he really pays his body much mind anyway. So not only is he a lazy, predatory friend he is also a failure at caring for himself. Great.
A slurred, "gege," sounds out behind him. The fingers nestled on his stomach splay out further, before warm breaths ruffle the hairs on the nape of his neck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Maybe if he just remains still Hua Cheng will think he is still asleep. Thus, he manually evens out his breathing, allowing his chest to heavily rise and fall. Going from head to toe he also slowly releases all the pent up tension from his muscles as he melts bonelessly into the bed and body behind him. However, stray hairs begin to tickle at the edge of one of his nostrils, their prickly ends scratching him each time he inhales. The pressure and urge to flick it away or sneeze builds behind his nose.
Deciding that he will just endure this small torture, Xie Lian clenches and unclenches his abdominal muscles in a form of controlled distraction. That is until cool fingers brush along his forehead, tracing along his temple until they tenderly tuck the stray hairs behind his ear. He stifles the shiver threatening to quake through his body, whether from the sudden cool sensation against his heated skin, or from the strange coil of pleasure now radiating out from the touch, he isn't sure.
The torture intensifies as the hand on his stomach begins to trail its way up towards his chest. The cool fingers almost a soothing balm to his heating skin. "Mm, Gege is not that great at pretending." He purrs just behind Xie Lian's ear, the hot breath tickling the edge of it. "Your heart gives you away." His fingers drum gently on Xie Lian's sternum. "It's racing. Is gege feeling unwell after last night?" There is an edge of concern in the others voice intertwined with thinly veiled desire.
"No, I'm… I'm fine." Xie Lian's voice is weak-sounding even to his own ears. It wasn't a complete lie, in a lot of ways he was fine, more then fine. He is warm, nestled in the arms of the man he has been crushing on for years. But his head was slightly killing him.
"Mm, if gege says so." Hua Cheng purrs, before the sheets rustle as the man behind him shifts.
The only warnings Xie Lian gets are the soft inhale right nest to his ear and the brush of Hua Cheng's chest against his shoulder, before warm lips tentatively press right under his ear. It takes everything in Xie Lian's power to not moan at the contact. Rather he stiffens slightly. Hua Cheng pulls away till his lips are just barely brushing Xie Lian's skin.
The two of them wait, Hua Cheng like a predator stalking its prey, like this for a moment just studying each other with the only sound in the room their combined synced breath.
A litany of please please please rings through Xie Lian's head. Please do it again. Because god those lips felt like sin on his skin, with the hot breath and steady hand against his stomach a reminder of what could be.
What he could have.
In an attempt at permission, Xie Lian purposely relaxes and drops his shoulder making more room and exposing more skin for Hua Cheng to hopefully devour.
Xie Lian can feel the slight smile that tugs at Hua Cheng's lips, before they descend on him once again. This time the kisses are more purposeful as they glide down his neck. At some point they become open-mouthed and Hua Cheng's tongue swipes along his skin, and this time Xie Lian can't contain the soft moan that escapes his throat. However, not giving him a moment to become embarrassed by the sounds he was making Hua Cheng answers with his own while drawing Xie Lian's body closer with the arm still curled around him.
Xie Lian's breath hitches and he feels dizzy as he is suddenly harder then he has ever been in his life, even including last nights adventure, as Hua Cheng's reciprocal arousal pokes into him. Squirming slightly Xie Lian rubs his ass against the growing hardness, drawing a guttural moan of "gege" from its owner.
This movement also earns him a particularly lascivious lick, and the brush and toying of fingers just under the hem of his shirt.
"San…Lang" Xie Lian moans, while arching his body to chase the warmth of those dexterous fingers like a moth to a flame. However, his is almost beyond caring if he gets burned.
Hua Cheng nips at Xie Lian's jaw, before shifting away and Xie Lian almost whines at the loss of contact.
That is until the hand travels up under his shirt. Every inch of contact feels like liquid heat spreading across his skin, especially as nails drag over his hardened nipples. Xie Lian's cock gives another kick and he is sure the front of his paints are stained. But he could care less as the hand settles in the centre of his chest and he is pulled onto his back.
Now pinned to the bed Xie Lian has the perfect view of Hua Cheng's soft expression and sleep tussled hair, as it drapes around them like a curtain. Completely out of instinct Xie Lian reaches up and tucks some of the other's loose hair behind his ear. Turning, Hua Cheng places a kiss to Xie Lian's palm before trailing kisses all down his arm, up his neck, and across his cheek drawing giggles from Xie Lian.
The two of them still as their noses brush and breaths mingle.
They are so close.
But not close enough.
Xie Lian's heart is racing beneath Hua Cheng's hand.
"Fuck it." Hua Cheng says before closing the gap to press their lips together.
It is like time stops and Xie Lian's awareness narrows to that single point of contact. Hua Cheng soft, warm lips and how he stops breathing for a moment before pulling away. However, Xie Lian doesn't let him get far as he wraps his arms around Hua Cheng's shoulders and pulls him back in. This time the kiss is hot and heated as they all but devour each other. Hua Cheng's hands wander Xie Lian's body like he is determined to commit ever dip and valley of it to memory.
As one of the hands skates over his chest, Xie Lian gasps as one of his nipples is brushed. Having found a new pleasure point Hua Cheng hones in on it, taking the dusky bud and rolling it between his fingers. Xie Lian arches further into the touch.
"Gege was very bold and confident when he was fucking himself open on my lap." Hua Cheng purrs into his ear, his tone and words rip through Xie Lian, sending all of his blood to both his cheeks and cock leaving him slightly light headed. Dragging a finger along Xie Lian's exposed chest he continues, "making me watch knowing I couldn't touch…gege was so cruel to this poor San Lang…" the man has the gall to whine, as he takes the other dusky nipple between his fingers. Xie Lian bites back a moan, but can't stop himself as he melts further into the bed. "Mm, looks like someone declawed my feral little kitten." Xie Lian feels the rumble of his chest as he speaks, alongside a cacophony of "my's" pounding in his head. Hua Cheng gives a sharp pinch to Xie Lian's nipple with one hand, as the other drags its way down his chest and over the soft plump of his stomach. The touch is rough but reverent in a way, like Hua Cheng is still savouring every new inch of skin he is permitted to behold.
Hooking his fingers into Xie Lian's waistband he carefully drags the material down his legs, before tossing them somewhere in the room. The juxtaposition between the treatment of his clothes and his person tickles something inside of Xie Lian.
The cool air sends a shiver down his spine as it comes into contact with his wet cock. Xie Lian almost wants to hide from embarrassment as it stands there proudly between them, red and weeping. Almost, because he can't stand to glance away from Hua Cheng's face as it takes on a predatory look at the sight before him.
Breaking the stare Hua Cheng leans over and rummages through his draw before a click of a cap denotes he has found what he was looking for. Resettling himself between Xie Lian's legs he uses the backs of his hands to spread them further apart, careful to not get the viscous liquid now coating his fingers all over Xie Lian.
Seeming to take his time, Hua Cheng opens Xie Lian up with deliberate care. One finger becomes two until he is lose enough to take a third. Hua Cheng explores his insides brushing along his walls until he finds a spot that makes Xie Lian's vision sparkle. Once he finds it, it is like Hua Cheng has a found a direct line to Xie Lian's pleasure centre and refuses to do anything other then repeatedly pressing the button. All the while Hua Cheng is marking his chest and neck with little nips that will bloom into beautiful claiming bruises.
Seemingly deeming him lose enough Hua Cheng pulls back, as if to reposition them. And Xie Lian in his blissed out state scrambles to get himself onto all fours, as he had seen others do before. However, he seems to misjudge how close to the edge of the bed he is as his knee misses the bed entirely and he tumbles to the floor.
Leaning over to look down at him Hua Cheng's eye bores into Xie Lian, evident concern swirling just underneath the surface. Xie Lian's eyes rake down the other's body on their way to stare intensely at the floor in a desperate attempt to escape the gaze. Even though his embarrassment coils tightly in his chest and displays in a flush on his cheeks, he doesn't miss the furrow of the other's brow and the small tug inside himself to reach out and smooth it away. "Shit. Gege, are you okay?" Hua Cheng's voice is smooth with a hint of panic.
At this point the simmering heat had cooled extensively, even the stability of his sanity was precarious, held together by a few filipendulous threads. Although his dick didn't seem to get that particular message, as it remains flushed, full, and weeping. Drawing his knees up towards himself he is able to bury his face in between them. Tampering down a hiss or whimper at the contact this causes he steadies his breathing before he answers. "Yeah." The response sounds pathetic even to his own ears.
The sound of rustling sheets fills the silent room. A sound that was louder then it had any right to be. But still Xie Lian doesn't move.
"Does gege wish… to continue?" The question stretches between them like something precious and fragile. Xie Lian internally mulls the question over, and is completely torn in two different directions. Most of his mind is screaming no, the embarrassment of both last night and this morning washing over him. However, his body and another part of him is still undoubtedly screaming yes. The charged astrosphere around them is yet to dissipate, with Hua Cheng's phantom touches tingling along his skin. He offers a weak, tentative and mumbled "yes". If he comes to regret this, then so be it.
At the permission Hua Cheng seems to make himself comfortable on the edge of the bed, before the sultry, silky tone snaps back into his voice. "Gege is so thoughtful getting himself into the perfect position."
Xie Lian's head snaps up at that, confusion lingering for a moment as he takes the other in. Hua Cheng is perched on the edge of the bed, legs spread as he leans back supported by his hands. Their gazes meet for a mere moment, before Hua Cheng's flits down to his own crotch and his expression morphs into one that is smug and expectant. Xie Lian's eyes glide down the other's body until they reach Hua Cheng's crotch, and his breath hitches. Hua Cheng's pants are pulled taut over the growing bulge, where the outline of his cock is clear and defined. "Like what you see?" Hua Cheng all but purrs. Saliva begins to pool and fill Xie Lian's mouth, as if in response. "Well it is all yours, should you desire so."
At the uttered permission, Xie Lian's body almost moves on its own as he all but crawls towards Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng's pupil dilates at the vision before him. What more could he honestly ask for than the love of his life naked and crawling towards him with the openness of allowing Hua Cheng to pleasure him, worship every inch of his body.
However, in Xie Lian's mind he is just praying to any god that what he is doing is sexy, as the floor digging into the meat of his knees is certainly not the most comfortable. He has watched and read some porn, so he has a vague idea of what most deem 'sexy'. And to his credit he is trying his best. As he gets closer he ensures that his back is arched, showing off the delicate lines of his body. It appears to have the intended effect as the bludge in Hua Cheng's pants gives a kick, resulting in its owner stilling for a moment. That is until an expression flashes onto his face, disappearing quickly before he is moving again reaching up the bed. His shirt pulls taut along the contours of his muscles. A bolt of pleasure racks through his body until it consolidates at the base of his leaking cock. However, this pleasure travels back up to his chest as it constricts when he notices Hua Cheng placing a pillow on the floor between his feet.
Xie Lian's confusion or apprehension must show on his face, as Hua Cheng offers him a low breathy laugh. "The floor is rather hard Gege." Hooking his finger under Xie Lian's chin he drags his head up further until he is forced to make eye contact. Leaning closer the timbre of his voice drops further, "The only marks Gege receives will be from me."
A shiver races up Xie Lian's spine, as his cock gives a pathetic kick at the thought of being marked.
Hua Cheng is just sitting there silently taking him in, as he traces a finger across Xie Lian's cheek. The patience this man shows him is astronomical, although knowing Hua Cheng, he would say that it was the bare minimum. Xie Lian swallows around the knot forming at the base of his throat, as he begins to lean forward. His hands skate up the outside of Hua Cheng's legs, the light scratch from the skin and course hairs providing a mildly grounding sensation. He continues making his way up until he traces over the other's hips, before looking up and pausing just at Hua Cheng's waistband. A silent question passes between them for a single heartbeat before Hua Cheng nods his assent.
In a single moment Hua Cheng's dick stands before him. And while Xie Lian has seen one every day of his life and never once thought it was lacking, that will be forever irrevocably changed from this day forth. Hua Cheng's is…"beautiful," Xie Lian breaths out without even knowing. The comment earns him a small huff of a laugh that he doesn't register. The dick before him is thick, impeccably smooth sans the gorgeous veins and bulbous head. As if moving on their own Xie Lian's fingers wrap themselves around the base of it, while his thumb traces the veins he desperately wanted to touch the moment he saw them. Pressing with slightly more force there is a slight give as he reaches the underside of the head. Hua Cheng's breath hitches at the increased contact. Although entranced by the dick before him, dickmatised if you will, Xie Lian's gaze shoots up and what he sees has him stilling. The way Hua Cheng's brows are lightly drawn together as if giving a hardened look and how they sit juxtapositionally to the soft look in his eye like his whole world rests between his legs.
As if instinctively, Xie Lian rubs his thumb in a circle just under the head.
"Gege…" Hua Cheng moans out. However, Xie Lian cuts off whatever he was about to say as he leans forward and presses his lips to the weeping head. Maintaining eye contact, he allows his lips to part just enough to take the tip into his mouth, allowing the bitter liquid to begin to coat his tongue. And if this was anyone else Xie Lian may have recoiled at the taste, but as it flows further across his tongue and down his throat it dawns on him that this might become his new favourite taste. One he could easily become addicted to.
Adjusting his jaw he accepts it and moans as the weight of it finally settles on his tongue. His eyelids begin to feel heavy while he slowly works the thick cock further into his mouth. The fingers at the base become wet and cool from the spit dripping down the shaft, and something about this feeling stirs something in Xie Lian.
Feeling emboldened by the constant soft moans he is drawing from the other, Xie Lian pulls off until just the head remains in his mouth before snapping his gaze back to meet Hua Cheng's, which has yet to leave him. Holding the eye contact Xie Lian carefully pulls the foreskin down to expose the tender bulbous head beneath earning him a small hiss. "Sorry," Xie Lian says quickly pulling off to allow his mouth room to speak. Hua Cheng's gaze remains tender as dexterous fingers card through Xie Lian's hair until they reach the back of his head. The contact is like a soothing balm to the small panic that was bubbling up within him, and thus he leans into the touch. These thoughts are further discarded as the fingers in his hair tighten until there is a delicious sting radiating from the back of his head. An almost porn-ish moan escapes him in response, and before he can pull away in shame the grip tightens further holding him there with no where to look but at Hua Cheng. The other's mouth is quirked up in a smug grin.
"I see." Is all he says his voice more gravelly then normal, as his eye rakes over Xie Lian's naked body. He pauses on Xie Lian's answering arousal, his own to twitching in response. And Xie Lian's never been so hard in his life. Applying just enough pressure to communicate, but not enough to hurt, Hua Cheng directs him back towards his cock.
Xie Lian goes willingly.
Once he is closer he circles the exposed head with his tongue, ensuring to capture the new beads of pre-cum leaking from the slit, before beginning to set a steady pace.
A steady ache begins to radiate from his jaw, but it is nothing in comparison to the subtle thrusts of Hua Cheng's hips and the litany of increasing moans from the both of them. Xie Lian is sure there is a small puddle on the floor below him, given the ache and throb of his untouched cock. A particularly hard thrust has Xie Lian's throat squeezing around the head of Hua Cheng's cock and his eyes fluttering closed.
"Mm, gege seems to like having his throat used…" Hua Cheng purrs.
Xie Lian attempts to give as good as a response as one can with their mouth full, but Hua Cheng seems to understand none the less re-threading his fingers to get a better grip before locking Xie Lian in place. Xie Lian's nose is pressed into the thatch of hair at the base of the other's cock and the musty smell assaults his nose as he deeply inhales. God he smells so good.
Once locked in place Hua Cheng begins thrusting in earnest down Xie Lian's throat. Xie Lian moans at the sensation and allows his throat to relax until he can take all of what Hua Cheng is giving him. The wet , slick sounds pour out of Xie Lian, as spit trickles down Hua Cheng's cock. A gentle fuzz washes over Xie Lian as all other sensations begin to filter away and the only things he can feel is the sting from where he is being held in place, and the rough pounding of Hua Cheng's cock down his throat. The times it brushes along his soft palate, he delights in the small claiming bruise that will bloom in a place only they know. "The only marks Gege receives will be from me," rings in his head and he falls further into the comfort of being held, being used, and being the one to give Hua Cheng this kind of pleasure.
Tears begin to prickle at the corner of his eyes from the overstimulation, his jaw is now fully relaxed as he takes the force of Hua Cheng bullying his way down his throat. The pounding straddles the line between pleasure and pain, especially with the especially brutal thrusts that steal his breath away for a moment and then Hua Cheng is retreating once again. Something stirs in Xie Lian's chest at how easy it is to trust him with his very life, and how Hua Cheng is attentive even in a moment like this. Constantly on the look out for any sense of discomfort.
Opening his watery eyes a blurry image of Hua Cheng in the throws of pleasure comes into focus. A strangled moan comes out of Xie Lian at the sight.
Looking down Hua Cheng says, "Gege looks so beautiful taking my cock like this," while tenderly wiping away the tears that were starting to fall.
All the while never losing his rhythm.
This spurs Xie Lian on as he works his tongue over the tender head, before taking Hua Cheng as far as he can. The head spears his throat, as it works around the intrusion trying to expel it. A particularly tight contraction has Hua Cheng curling in on himself, and tightening his grip in Xie Lian's hair.
Using the grip Hua Cheng holds Xie Lian in place as he rips his cock from his mouth and keeps it out of reach as Xie Lian instinctively tries to lean forward to take it back into himself. The emptiness of both his ass and his throat has him reduced to whining at the loss.
"Gege, come here." Hua Cheng says as he guides Xie Lian up by the hair, and he goes more then willingly.
Did he do something wrong?
This train of thought is quickly dispelled as Hua Cheng surges forward capturing his lips in a deep kiss that is all heat and desire, the two of them moaning into the other's mouth while the greedily swallow it down. All the while repositioning on the bed, the sheets cocooning Xie Lian once again.
Can he taste himself on my tongue?
Seeming to read his mind Hua Cheng takes his tongue into his mouth and sucks on it, before nibbling on the end of it.
"Mm, and here I thought gege couldn't taste any better. Seems I was wrong."
Then for a moment there was stillness before Hua Cheng slipped a finger into Xie Lian testing the resistance. The glide was smooth and intoxicating, and when Hua Cheng still found no resistance, he gives a pleasant hum as he withdraws the digit once again, making sure to swipe the rest of his fingers through the lube coating Xie Lian's crack. Xie Lian's hole flutters around nothing and that overwhelming sense of emptiness rears its head again.
Hua Cheng reaches towards himself with his now slicked up fingers and gives his cock a few strokes before lining up the head to Xie Lian's hole. The blunt pressure against the stretched edges is dizzying.
Pushing forward each new inch burns as his hole stretches to accommodate the engorged length. Although prepped it still wasn't anywhere near close enough to accommodate… this. "San Lang…"
"Mm, shh gege it is okay I have you." The words and heated kisses are like a soothing balm to Xie Lian.
Finally bottoming out the two moan in tandem. Hua Cheng's whole body tenses with the sheer force of holding himself back.
"It is okay. I want it." He says placing a tender kiss to the side of Hua Cheng's neck.
Just as the words leave his mouth it is like Hua Cheng's resolve snaps as he withdraws himself until just the tip remains buried inside Xie Lian, before snapping his hips in a brutal thrust, driving himself as far into Xie Lian as he can.
The bed creaks under the sheer force being exerted upon it with each thrust of Hua Cheng's hips. And all Xie Lian can do is hold on for dear life and take what he is being given.
He isn't sure how long he is drilled into, as his mind is gone, floating in pure fucked out bliss. The gentle ache in his hips, both from the position and with how hard Hua Cheng is gripping it grounds him slightly.
That is until Hua Cheng's movements slow and he begins talking to him.
"Did you mean it?" Hua Cheng asks, punctuating the question with another sharp but slow thrust, causing Xie Lian to arch into him. Hua Cheng's chest is hot against his own, and the way his back muscles ripple and tense under Xie Lian's hands is mildly distracting to say the least. It isn't helped with how Hua Cheng takes advantage of the newly exposed skin, nipping and sucking up along it until he reaches Xie Lian's ear.
"Gege…please," another thrust but this time it is tantalisingly slow, "…tell me you meant it." The slow glide of his cock against Xie Lian's walls allows him to feel every inch, every ridge of its bludging veins. Even the way the head nestles and pushes against his prostate. This version of Hua Cheng is a sharp departure from the cocky, commanding persona that was only moments ago praising him as he fucked his fingers into Xie Lian's tight hole, coaxing him open, making room for himself.
For him to take Xie Lian's everything.
But Xie Lian loves, fell in love, and continues to fall further in love with the duality of the man above him. A love where he can be taken apart reverently, while also knowing how it feels to have the same man bully his way down his throat as tears prickle at the corner of his eyes. Only for his tears to be tenderly wiped away as the pace quickens and depth deepens 'till he can barely breathe. He couldn't possibly trust anyone more then he trusts his San Lang.
Hua Cheng's breath becomes ragged against Xie Lian's neck, his pace quickening out of almost sheer desperation. Almost like he can fuck the answer out of Xie Lian. The sound of skin meeting skin rings out through the room, accompanied by the sensation of Hua Cheng balls clapping against his ass jolt Xie Lian back into the moment. The pressure at the base of his spine is building and at this pace he wont last. "San Lang…" He moans out.
All he receives is an answering whimper as his legs are repositioned to drive Hua Cheng's cock deeper. Every nerve feels like it is being set aflame, with where they are connected being the epicentre. Shit.
"Don't…mph…don't you want to know…ugh San Lang… know the answer?"
Hua Cheng sinks his teeth into the meat of Xie Lian's shoulder and drives him self deeper and harder into Xie Lian. Xie Lian's mind feels as though it is filled with syrup, as the edges of the world soften. If his ass isn't at least a little bit bruised or marked from the pounding and nails digging into one of his cheeks hard enough to nearly draw blood, Xie Lian will be surprised. "San Lang…please…" He desperately tries again as needs to communicate this; he can't leave Hua Cheng like this. No matter the amount of pleasure he is deriving from being used, taken, and cherished.
Having his plea fall on deaf ears once again, Xie Lian steels himself for what he needs to do. The only concrete way he can get the other's attention. Tightening his arms around the other's shoulders and clamping his legs around Hua Cheng's waist, Xie Lian holds on for dear life as he speaks. "San Lang. Stop."
The words aren't spoken harshly or even all that loud, but still Hua Cheng instantly freezes halfway through a thrust. Xie Lian is grateful for his forethought, as Hua Cheng immediately attempts to scramble off of him. "No, please. Stay." Xie Lian pleads with both his voice and eyes as they meet the very visibly terrified onyx one above.
Seeming to take in his situation, Hua Cheng just rests his forehead against Xie Lian's chest, almost like the words can't reach him if he hides himself away. An immense wave of fondness washes over Xie Lian at the adorable display. Stroking his fingers through the loose, slightly coarse strands of the jet black hair Xie Lian registers the half-fullness within his lower region. A part of him mourns the way Hua Cheng's dick feels filling him up until he feels like he is on the edge of breaking. Therefore, digging his heels further into Hua Cheng's ass he draws him all the way back in. They both moan at the sensation, although Hua Cheng's seems more restrained. "Mm that's better." Xie Lian says his voice is laced with unconcealed contentment.
A soft huff of cool breath ghosts over the sweat of his chest. A small shiver travels through him, and he unintentionally clenches, turning the light laugh into a hot pant.
Continuing to stroke the other's hair he begins to speak. "San Lang has always been special to me. And I would never give myself to another the way I have with you." His voice quietens. "I'm glad I gave it to you."
Hua Cheng jolts at the admission, his dick grinds in. "Gege, this is…your…and I just used…" There was a small brokenness in his voice.
"I liked it." Xie Lian is quick to correct. What use is embarrassment now, while the other man is too many inches deep inside of him? "I wouldn't do anything different. Well, other than do this sooner perhaps."
"San Lang."
The other raises his head. Stealing himself, Xie Lian decides to be bold and not hide behind a shield of denial in the shape of booze. "I love you, San Lang. I always have."
The look Hua Cheng gives him is almost reverent as if Hua Cheng was damned and Xie Lian his saviour.
Pure shock and elation swirl together within his eye, accompanied with a tentative roll of his hips, driving his cock further in. "I love you too, Gege."
The pace quickens again with each thrust driving the both of them closer to the edge. Every nerve feels alight with pleasure, and Xie Lian can feel the familiar coil of impending release at the base of his spine.
"San Lang…San Lang, I'm close." Xie Lian moans out, clenching tighter around Hua Cheng.
"No." He growls into Xie Lian's neck, while gripping the base of Xie Lian's cock, preventing him from toppling over the edge.
A protesting whimper escapes Xie Lian.
"Gege made me wait all night for a confession; he will wait and come only when given permission to."
Xie Lian futilely arches and squirms under Hua Cheng, looking for any kind of friction to his needy cock.
He is so close.
The way Hua Cheng is bullying the bundle of nerves within him with his tip is driving Xie Lian crazy. "San Lang…I need…please."
"Gege begs so prettily…fuck. I'm..." Hua Cheng rasps, and his pace starts to falter.
"Inside. I want it inside." The conviction of his ask sends Hua Cheng over the edge. The warmth of his release spreads through Xie Lian's insides, it is driven in further by deep long thrusts that drive Xie Lian right to the edge. "San Lang, please." He moans, nails digging into the flesh of Hua Cheng's shoulder blades.
"Come for me Gege." Hua Cheng whispers into his ear. A second later hot spirts of cum pulse between the two of them, and Xie Lian's whole body feels tingly and awash with pleasure.
After cleaning themselves, with Hua Cheng being extra doting as usual and taking full advantage of his newfound permission to touch, the two of them resettled snuggled on the bed to enjoy the rest of the lazy morning.
"While I adore the extra snuggle time with Gege, I do need to make us both breakfast soon." Hua Cheng punctuates his sentence with a kiss to the nape of Xie Lian's neck.
"Five more minutes." Xie Lian grumbles back, wiggling himself back further into the embrace.
"As you wish…. I love you, Gege." Hua Cheng says, tightening his grip one Xie Lian, as if he could disappear at any moment.
Xie Lian revels in the closeness and security of this moment, because how could he ever be so lucky?
"I love you too."
The End